By Chris Dunne
One more cigarette,
Just one, Grab a lighter.
Strike flint, Spark up,
It’ll make the night brighter.
My conscience lies bare,
Not Silk Cut, Smoke shrouded.
Read more, Write more,
It’ll soon come unclouded.
For that’s life isn’t it?
Ashes to Ashes.
We Spark, We Fade,
Then we Die, Full of Gashes.
Stella Gordon 
Molly Cantwell 
Olivia O'Dwyer